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Fifty-four

Red

Eliot calls as soon as Kenna and I settle into a secluded barn house surrounded by a pile of snow. Alaska bleeds excruciating cold, and this mountainous part we're in is a pinnacle for winter storms. But it doesn't matter. I could dive into the pits of hell to get her back in my arms.

"I think we underestimated my father's lunacy and so I'm gonna have to devise the plan," Eliot informs me in a rushed tone of voice. "He's about to launch the Project Z. Clinical trial, he claims, but we both know what that means. He wants to fuck with you while sending a message to his associates. They want to discard him and he won't mind killing a few people to show them who got the ace even though he no longer has the formula!"

I swallow tightly and grit my teeth. That sonofabitch!

"A lot of people could die. It could lead to another pandemic—how fucked-up can your father get? What  the fuck is wrong with him?" I snap loudly. Kenna and Silver's men look at me from across the room but I soon turn around and proceed with the call. "So what's the plan?" 

"Cora Mitchell is the plan. I'll handle it," Eliot replies, and my gaze shifts toward the flames of wooden fire dancing in the aluminium drum in front of me.  The four of them are the only reason we're not freezing right now. "You stick to your task and I'll do mine. And just to be clear, you don't have much time, Red. My father has scheduled surgery in the morning to get rid of your baby. You only have tonight to stop it and that's the only time I could buy for you as far as my contact is concerned."

Several smoky breaths expel rapidly through my nose. I swear to God I'm going to kill that bastard for even thinking of doing that to my child. He's sick!

"Okay, we'll stick to our part of the bargain! You make sure your insane lab creations don't leak out in the world of the living or else there'll be deaths everywhere!" I warn him.

"Of course. Kingston Pharmaceutical makes drugs and vaccines to cure and prevent diseases and not the other way around! I'm not my father. I will show him what I am and for that, I need him alive, Red!"

"Can't promise that," I reply coldly, thinking of the video Patrick Kingston sent me a few hours ago.

Mia looked helpless. Tied up in a bed like a sex slave, drugged to oblivion, and him laughing and gloating that she's his wife and he'd do anything and I wouldn't be able to stop him.

Eliot continues. "We agreed—"

"It's no longer part of the deal! Your father needs to pay, Eliot, and if you're looking for credit or acknowledgment from him then find someone else to do your bidding because I'm not that person!" I turn around, and Silver walks in—big and tattooed, just as I recall. "A million lives are in your hands now. It's your choice whether to be the hero or villain of the story. As for me, I have my woman and kid on the line and that's my war. Let's meet again once this is all over." 

My family first.

Emotions cloud judgment; I can live with that. They matter to me more than anything else and if tonight is the only chance I have to save them, then nothing is gonna stop me.

Sighing, my attention return to the man of the hour.

Silver Reyes, a Cuban-Mexican ex-member of the SEAL Team 6, is one of my father's commanded apprentices. Last thing I know, Silver was with the SWAT in Georgia, but now he runs a crime drill in Alaska. I don't give an fuck about his reasons as long as he's helping me right now.

"Long time no see, Rayden! Your Pop would be proud." His firm arm grips mine as we share a semblance of a hug.

"Maybe." I pull back and examine him.